'The Beacon' - By Brunilda Ternova [2012] Poem by Brunilda Ternova

Courage is not the absence of fear,
But the triumph of the will to proceed,
To face the tempests, to hold dear,
The courage to plant hope's enduring seed.
From the depths of despair, it carves,
A melody of strength, of will, of might,
In every heart, it beats, it grows,
A beacon in the struggle, in the fight.
From the ashes of what once was lost,
Resilience rises, a phoenix reborn,
In the heart of winter's frost,
It finds the will to greet the morn.
When all seems lost, when skies grow dark,
It's the light that does not wane or flee,
A beacon, strong, a steadfast mark,
Of who we are, of what we should be.